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Show Us Your Story

So basically, Show us your story is if you've ever self harmed/been abused or in an abusive relationship, or anything, you show us through a picture entitled:Show Us Your StoryMy story begins in 6th grade(young right?).Prior to that, my brother had killed himself. So, not only was I dealing with a deep depression on that part, but I'm overweight, so I got bullied alllllll the time. The problem was...I bullied myself more than the other kids bullied me. So after two years of deep depression, I decided I played around with a nail fial that had a pointy end. I ended up cutting myself on accident. The thing was...the pain felt...good.I couldn't describe it. But after that, I did it again. And again. And again. After about 5 months of doing one cut every time I felt sad, the depression got worse. I couldn't stand being in my own skin. I had developed an eating disorder on top of the cutting. I stopped eating. The nail fial got dull, and so did my spirits. So I moved on to something sharper. A "safety" pin. Now we're into 7th grade. I got smarter. I knew about sharper things. So I started using the blade of a pencil sharpener. That worked wonders for me until I lost it. Before I lost it, I had become addicted to cutting. More than 20 cuts every night. And I had also lost a lot of weight. I felt disgusting. So after I lost the pencil sharpener, I decided I'd go for the big guns. A box cutting blade. I learned how to use that thing and I put it to "good" use until may of 8th grade. You may ask.."why'd you stop cutting?"I ran out of room. You think I'm crazy? Nope. I had cut so much of the rest of my body That I had to make 2 or 3 on my face. And when my parents saw those, they told me to show them the rest of my cuts.I had to get completely naked for them to see all of them. I almost got sent to a mental hospital after that, but they decided to send me to therapy instead. Now, after 3 years of cutting, I've been clean for 7 or 8 months. And I've never been happier. And now...for the picture...